“Hey guys, there’s something in here,” Reese said, pressing down hard on the cushion. At first, the girls just laughed, assuming it was an old spring poking through.
But Reese insisted. It didn’t feel like metal. Under his fingers, he could feel a dense, crinkling package. Curiosity took over, and they flipped the heavy couch over.
They started feeling along the bottom and froze. The strange lumps weren’t just in one spot—they were everywhere. It seemed the entire interior of the furniture was stuffed with something.
Reese’s heart started beating faster. “Get a knife,” he commanded. The tension in the room spiked. What was it? Drugs? Or something worse?
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